Chapter 413 Have a baby?

Today is the weekend.

Zhou Buqi took Wen Zhixia home to visit his parents, and brought a box of gifts from the United States.

In the car, Zhou Buqi held her hand and asked, "Are you busy there?"

Wen Zhixia shook his head lightly, "It's very easy, I don't have to make big strategic plans, just operate slowly, it's free."

"Take it easy, don't get tired, or..." Zhou Buqi smiled, his eyes became warm.

"what?"

"How about having a baby?"

"ah?"

Wen Zhixia covered her mouth and whispered.

Zhou Buqi said: "Anyway, you are not busy at work now, and there are too many restrictions on the development of shared bicycles. Why don't you take advantage of your free time and have a baby. After a few years, when the time is right, you can focus on work."

Wen Zhixia's pretty face flushed, "I...we're not married yet."

"I can't help it, I'm under the legal marriage age, so get on the bus first and pay the fare?"

"screw you."

Wen Zhixia was a bit conservative and not easy to accept.

Be an unwed mother?

She is full of confidence in Zhou Buqi, but she feels that she can't pass the psychological barrier, especially the eyes of her family, friends and classmates.

"It's okay, let's study slowly." Zhou Buqi hugged her gently.

There were two bodyguards in the front row, Wen Zhixia couldn't let go, leaned over, and whispered in his ear: "Husband..."

"Um?"

"Husband, shall we live with uncle and aunt at night?"

"What's wrong?"

Wen Zhixia said softly, "We haven't been alone together for a long time."

Zhou Buqi couldn't help laughing and said, "Why? Have a baby?"

"Husband~~"

Wen Zhixia hugged him, raised her delicate face, and acted like a baby with a long voice, her red lips were pouting, playful and cute.

Zhou Buqi was slightly taken aback.

Teacher Wen will act like a baby?

Isn't this Wu Yu's specialty?

She stole a teacher?

Zhou Buqi took a deep look at her, as if he had discovered something, "What? Do you need me?"

Wen Zhixia's face flushed suddenly.

Zhou Buqi laughed and said: "If you have something to say, just say it, you are my woman, and it is my responsibility to hold up the sky for you."

"I..." Wen Zhixia was a little embarrassed to speak, bit his lips, "My second aunt and second uncle are here again."

"Ah? Didn't I arrange work for that cousin?"

"No, they came here to treat you to a meal and apologize."

"Then eat."

Zhou Buqi waved his hand indifferently, since he was a relative, he didn't want to make the woman feel wronged because of such a trivial matter.

Back home, Dad brought Grandpa back from the Xishan Nursing Home and spent the weekend together.

Zhou Buqi carried a large suitcase and began to distribute gifts.

The mother seemed to be happy, and even said: "My son is promising, and I know to buy a gift for my mother."

After a while, Zhou Buqi took out a pipe and handed it to the old man on the sofa, "Grandpa, this is for you, it was used by MacArthur back then!"

Young people may not be very clear about it, but the old man came from that era, and his cloudy eyes lit up when he heard the name like thunder.

"Not expensive, a few hundred dollars."

"Um?"

"I bought it in a scenic spot, and they sell more than 100,000 a year."

Zhou Buqi sat on the floor picking presents, without raising his head.

The old man almost died of anger!

Crafts!

What a show!

After a while, Zhou Buqi brought over two big jars, "Grandpa, this is deep-sea fish oil, which is good for your health. If you eat all of it, you might live a few more years."

"Um."

The old man nodded, then turned to his son and asked, "Where's your stick? Find it for me."

"What are you doing?"

"See if I don't kill this bastard!"

...

In the evening, three generations of grandparents sat in the study.

Dad was elated.

Under his "leading", the performance of the milk tea factory has been rising steadily. According to his estimation, the profit of the milk tea factory this year can exceed 20 million yuan!

After hearing this, Zhou Buqi curled his lips.

"You don't agree?" Dad's face darkened, and he snorted.

Zhou Buqi flattered him and said, "Dad, I think...you underestimate yourself too much. You are more powerful than you think."

"oh?"

Papa Xiong Bao's face turned rosy and he was extremely excited.

Zhou Buqi said: "Next month, the recording of "Let's Run, Brother" will start. When the show is broadcast, Yuanwei milk tea will definitely become a hit. By then, it will not be limited to the three places of Beijing, Tianjin and Hebei, but will be a best seller. The whole country. I think now we can expand the production line, or start the acquisition of other factories.”

Dad was a little disbelieving, "Just relying on a TV show? Is it reliable?"

Zhou Buqi said firmly: "Reliable! Absolutely reliable!"

"How much money can you make?"

"There is no 100 million, but there are 80 million?"

"so much?"

Dad became excited immediately, his face became more rosy, and his eyes looked at the old man intentionally or unintentionally.

He kept showing off triumphantly.

Happy!

Think about the Wanchao Group at home, earning 30 to 40 million a year is more than enough.

Unexpectedly, selling milk tea can make a lot of money!

Sure enough, the tree is moved to death, and the person is moved to live!

After coming to Beijing with his son, life has undergone earth-shaking changes.

It is better to raise a child to guard against old age, or a son!

The old man Zhou Guangshan watched the father and son's performance with a calm expression.

After the two of them had finished their performance, they slowly said: "At home, the funds are a bit tight..."

When Dad heard this, his frightened face changed, and he said in a trembling voice: "Old man, we are all separated, you can't be so biased, can you?"

The old man glared at him, "Shut up!"

Dad Xiong Bao looked aggrieved.

Zhou Buqi was also indignant, and had made up his mind that if the old man really dared to let them take money to help Zhou Jianguo, he would rather turn his back on him than agree.

I heard the old man say: "Every family has some poor relatives. These years, the family has always spent three to five million yuan a year to help the poor relatives of hundreds of families. Now the boss is doing real estate, and the funds are tight. These poor relatives... …We should help and we must help.”

"Hundreds? So many?"

Dad was stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't imagine anything.

During the holidays, poor relatives would come to play the autumn breeze, but in his impression, there were only a dozen or so people coming and going.

The old man snorted heavily, "You know what! Did you care about these things before?"

Dad smiled embarrassingly.

Zhou Buqi didn't want his father to be scolded, so he hurriedly said: "Grandpa, since we are relatives, we must help. From now on, my father will settle this matter. How much will each family pay?"

In front of this little grandson, the old man had a pretty face, "They are all relatives from my hometown in Qilu Province. If each family gives three to five thousand yuan, they can live well in a year."

The Zhou family used to go to the Northeast through the Guandong.

Zhou Buqi was very curious, "What happened back then?"

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, and then mentioned the events of the year.

It is said that he came to the Northeast with his grandparents, parents, and parents in an ox cart. His grandmother had small feet and couldn't walk, and there were several half-grown children. The journey was particularly difficult.

He had three older brothers and two older sisters, one died on the road, and the other died of pleurisy when he was seven or eight years old. An older brother joined the revolution and has never been heard from. Because of their craftsmanship, the family quickly opened up in the Northeast, and the conditions were very good. Both sisters also married wealthy families. Later, they both suffered crimes and died.

Only his elder brother was left, showing off his cleverness, and survived tossing and turning. As a result, the eldest son and the younger son met for the first time when they were teenagers, and the relationship was very bad.

When old people get old, they like to tell stories about the past.

Dad Xiong Bao listened to it many times and became a little impatient.

But Zhou Buqi listened very seriously, and gradually understood the reason why the old man refused to let him leave Chuncheng and come to Beijing to study.

The wind and waves outside are of course safer under the heavy wings of the old man.

Zhou Buqi sighed.

It suddenly occurred to him that when he was in the United States, Liu Qing once comforted him not to pay too much attention to what Google said.

In the face of the times, the individual is small.

From this point of view, what happened to the Zhou family in the previous life really did not originate from a few people.

If it's a deep hatred for Zhou Jianguo and his son, it's out of the question.

Zhou Buqi suddenly smiled and said something happy, "Grandpa, what do you think I want a child?"

"Depend on!"

Dad Xiongbao became excited immediately, and patted his thigh, "You bastard, you finally know how to do something serious! Give birth! Give birth quickly!"

Everyone can see it.

The old man's health is not very good, and he may not be able to survive for a few years.

It would be a great blessing if he could have a great-grandson in his arms.

Sure enough, upon hearing these words, the old man's expression gradually became clear.

...

Back in the bedroom, Wen Zhixia was making a video.

Wu Yu had a stomachache, so she didn't come, and Shi Jinglin stayed at home with her.

Zhou Buqi came over, greeted the camera, and said with a smile: "Linlin, take good care of Xiaoyu at home, and Dabao and I will live a two-person world."

Shi Jinglin snorted, "You'd better never come back!"

"How can I do that? I still have to love you."

"Do not care."

"Say no with your mouth, but be honest with your body."

Shi Jinglin laughed angrily, "You really don't know what to do. I won't tell you, what about Panda Electronics?"

Zhou Buqi frowned, "Are you still pestering me?"

"Sending me emails and calling me every day is annoying to death. Tang Peng said that if we don't help this time, Panda Mobile will really go bankrupt. He suppressed the shipment of 80,000 mobile phones."

"I told you a long time ago, if he dares to bully you, bankruptcy will make him cheaper! Leave him alone! Let him die!"

"That's 80,000 mobile phones..."

Shi Jinglin said meaningfully.

Zhou Buqi was a little amused, "What do you want to do?"

Shi Jinglin looked calm, and snorted softly: "We can't finally give up the advantages to others in the game we set up?"

Zhou Buqi remained silent.

Shi Jinglin gritted her teeth and said, "Let's eat it at the lowest price and sell it through group buying, just like before. It's not a problem to make 40 to 50 million from this batch of goods."

Zhou Buqi shook his head and refused: "This matter is a bit complicated, and we can't just accept the money. I'll discuss it with someone later... that's fine, I'll handle this matter myself, and you don't have to worry about it."

"Who cares about you!"

Shi Jinglin complained angrily.

Zhou Buqi laughed, "That's it, I won't chat with you anymore, Teacher Wen and I are going to make villains."

"Huh? Are you having a baby?"

"Are you alive?"

"Not interested in!"